This time, I went to the eleventh floor, which Google has recently taken over.

NEWYORKER: Streaming Dreams

Stepping out of the elevator on the eleventh floor, I walked past the peeling wallpaper, the occasional graffiti.

NEWYORKER: Sweetheart Sorrow

The elevator doors opened at the eleventh floor, and, before I had time to get out, the two men in white entered with a gurney.

NEWYORKER: Sweetheart Sorrow